A mild response.

My Friend FearlessVk wrote a blog on a recent experience in Texas that can only be described as revolting. However, I can't say I exactly feel the same as her on what transpired.

I honestly prefer this type of racism. For however disgusting I may find those people, I know EXACTLY where they stand. I don't have to worry about them stabbing me in the back, because they would gladly stab me in the face, and in a weird sort of way that is comfort.

When I know that someone despise me for a silly reason (instead of the countless good ones) it amuses me. I have nothing to prove to this people and zero interest in changing their minds. They come to this way of life, probably because of their family, and that's just way it's going to be.

No, the people I hate are the oblivious or sneaky racists, who are to ashamed to let their backward ass feelings be known. The kind of person who will gladly smile to your face while quietly cutting a hole in the floor for you to fall through. The kind who don't realize just how fucked up a statement like, "You are the whitest black man I have ever known" is. The kind of people who are actually amazed by the idea that where you grow up has way more to do with how you turn out then your race. They kind of idiots who really thought that if you took Africans to Europe thinking that their skin tone would change under European skies. These are the bastards who get my blood a boiling. The other people are (most likely) purely a tragic tale of not being given a chance to know better.